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Topic: “An Afterlife Chat with J.C.” (Read 2850 times)

Look in mirror. When we choose our own god, he/she always looks a lot like ourselves ;-)

When I was ten or so, in my dream (not a daydream, but an actual asleep dream) God appeared before me in the form of my grandfather wearing his usual dark gray suit, a terrifying enough man without being an actual god. He walked into my bedroom and just stood there watching me. He didn't say anything. He just watched me. I woke up in a heavy sweat. No; God is not me. He's my grandfather. And if I'm right, we are all fucked.